Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.

Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.

Selfishness, if but reasonably tempered with wisdom, is not such an evil trait.

Travelers describe a tree in the island of Java whose pestiferous exhalations blight every tiny blade of grass within the compass of its shade. So it is with despotism.

The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.

Trifling favors are readily acknowledged, though cheaply esteemed; but important ones are most rarely remembered.

More people laugh at us than with us, however it may appear at the moment.